tuesday mornings...

porceline hands,

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i'll always be there to drive you home,
my love monster bean noodle.

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Jerusalem cafe, Imagery, Hobby Town USA, 'Broken Flowers' at the Glenwood.

thank you for today.

and when i'm making that familiar drive [down rockhill] from your house to mine, i scan the depths of the AM frequencies searching endlessly for warmth beneath the static.

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Under the bridge, she found relics withered with from age and damp. As the twilight deepened, the moon illuminated the foreground as the scenery was one to behold. The rosegarden gave way to a moss-covered bench. Here she stood, now before the glistening fountain with the aged treasures clutched close in a parcel ( Read more... )

thank you for holding my hair back as i puked all over the lawn.
thank you for holding my hand and calling my mom.
thank you for the roast beef.

waking you up at 1, maybe 1:30 every afternoon. storming in, ripping off all your blankets and opening the blinds.

let's go to shakespeare in the park, okay?

oh and j-reek please kill yourself. thx.